The camera pans across an old wooden board, where the name RAF Binbrook is just about readable among all the dirt and faded lettering. A quick caption flits across the bottom of the screen, ‘In...

There's an awful lot of you peasants getting itchy feet here, can't wait for a drubbing from the Greatest Briton that is Spencer Churchill eh?

Can you feel that rumbling in the distance?

It's the sound of approaching inevitability, a sound of an uprising that will leave a path of wanton destruction in it's wake. It's the sound of a...

There is a fine line between genius and insanity.

Why would I set my sights any lower? These peasants in the locker room know nothing of supremacy, something which I possess in unmeasurable quantities.

Not much brains? Come back to me when you...

Look at Mr. Shouty here. I hope you're keeping that gold nice and warm for me?

Soon it will be time to show you ignorant colonial peasants what a real super power is.

Just the kind of response I should expect from a low class peasant I suppose.

Son I've forgotten more things about women than you'd ever hope to know in several lifetimes.

Do you two really have to conduct this dribble fest in public?

*Walks away shaking his head* Peasants!

I suppose I can elicit a little bit of fun from the situation by putting him back in his place.

How very irresponsible of you.

*Pulls up Dingo's trouser legs, then pulls back his sleeves* I see the shackle marks have finally faded. Want me to renew those for you?

It's easy to rack up long reigns when the competition is absolute rubbish.

You think the company revolves around you but your delusions will soon come crashing down around you, when I tear you...

'Because these one liners are making me look even worse.' Do you want help with that? I really have no time for people butchering my beautiful language. This is why I'm looking to re-assert the...

I hope you are standing down gust, as you can get very wet pissing in to the wind like this!

He's obviously gone the whole shooting match with you then, can't wrestle and can't speak eloquently either.

Such big talk from such a little man.

You will learn to know your place and you will find out that place is being scraped from my boot.

You obviously enjoy spouting contradictory terms.

I'll be interested to see how many of you can back up all of the inane wittering you've been spewing recently.

I'm guessing very few.

Now THAT is my kind of punchline.

Very droll, typical of 99.9% of you here. All mouth and no trousers.

Let's see how much of a 'funny man' you are when I've broken you in half.

You sound awfully repressed with those pitifully low brow innuendos.

I wouldn't even trust you to sweep my chimney.

You ridiculous children depress me with your churlishness.

Here's an idea, why don't you save your churlish remarks for Facebook and Twitter and leave the adult conversations to those who can back it up in the ring.